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I HAVE COMMISSIONS OPEN!

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Pairing: Silco x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: It's been awhile! So here is a one shot for Silco, I will also be rewriting my fics because they are old and cringe. May make a part two if people want it!

Requests: OPEN!

Death is never forgotten, only pushed back to the edges of our minds, being from the undercity, having seen so much death both at the hands of the enforcers and by our own people, but one death seemed to rip the fabric of our crudely stitched reality in the undercity into two.

I looked up from my glass, the deep amber liquid glittering in the dim light of the bar, a place of music and friendly banter between people, I could see Vander talking to someone from behind the bar, still hard at work, the kids had run off somewhere, like usual. Here’s to hoping they don’t get into trouble, they are young so they most likely will.

Looking back down at my empty glass, a sigh exiting my body, It’s been two years since the war on the bridge, losing so many lives… and friends, I couldn’t help but gulp down the rancid drink that burnt my throat. I never used to drink alcohol, but as it’s reaching the anniversary of that day I can't help but to. I was there that day, but further down the bridge, closer back home, where Silco and Vander wanted me, helping the injured as I wasn’t much of a fighter, if only I was, maybe I'd know the truth of what happened that day.

I looked up as my empty glass was replaced with a non alcoholic drink. Vander sat opposite of me, the chair under rhim squeaking, the chairs and table old, lighting up his pipe he glanced up to me before looking down. I knew he was trying to protect me by not telling me what happened, what happened to Silco. I will admit I liked the man, he was smart, the brains to Vanders brawn, His lean yet sturdy body attractive and god his hair, much more my type.

Sighing, I looked away from Vander and back to the bar. There is a sense of melancholy despite the loud conversation and drinking, the anniversary always makes some people sad, especially those who lost people on the bridges, the amount of sad faces drowned out by those who smiled.

“What’cha thinking bout?” I heard the deep timber of Vander’s voice, but I didn't look at him, seeing the kids return with smiles and handfuls of stolen fruit as they sneak their way back to the basement.

“You know what I’m thinking about” I heard him sigh at my words. I looked back at him, he wasn't looking at me, he’s rubbing his bracer, looking at it with the most sadness I’ve seen in his eyes, the bracer is new, he didn’t have that two years ago. “Why won’t you tell me what happened? I’m not a kid for you to protect Vander” He shook his head.

“I know that, but… It'd be easier if I didn’t…” He spoke, the usual confidence leaving, he stopped rubbing the bracer and took his pipe to his mouth and took a drag, his eyes off in the distance. 

“Easier for who? You or me?” He blew out the dark coloured smoke, a tinge of pain in his face, not from smoking but my words. “What did he do to make you not want to tell me what happened?” I leaned in closer to the bigger man, I could see an emotion on his face, one I barely see, Regret. It takes me a moment before I speak again.

“What did you do?” The thought scares me, but his expression confirms my suspicion, he did something. I stood and sped walked to the exit, my chair scraping against the wooden floor, His voice chased after me, the others in the bar watched as I left. Slamming the door closed I just walked, my vision blurring with tears and mind racing with thoughts.

When my vision cleared again I was sitting on top a building overlooking the bridges and the opulent Piltover towers in the distance, my arms tightly hugging myself, I didn’t move, I glance to my right, an old blanket and pillows, a crate of stolen wine tipped over and spilled over the ground, an old rotting plate of stolen food and two chipped wine glasses. I chuckled softly, of course I came here, as teenagers we would climb the old crumbling roof to sit and watch the sunset as it had the best view of both the water sparkling and changing colour, but the way the towers glinted. All of us came up here when we were all off work, Silco, Vander, Felicia, Connol, Benzo and I. The entire group, though sometimes it would just be some of us… last time I was up here was two years ago… with Silco.

It wasn’t a date, but I definitely saw it as that, especially since Silco went out of his way to steal the expensive food and wine, the date was cut short when two enforcers who had been trailing Silco found us, explaining the tipped wine bottles as we ran, it didn’t go the way Silco wanted but we still laughed about it once we were safely in the last drop. 

I smiled at the memories, before turning to watch the sun set, the sun glimmered against the water of the River, the way it changed colour would make anyone forget that it was polluted, my racing mind was interrupted by the sound of footsteps, the click of a short heeled boots against crumbling stone, I know it isn’t Vander as the steps are far too light to be his heavy body.

“Two years since we were both on this rooftop together” That voice, it was familiar, I turned to see the very familiar, yet different figure of Silco. I look over him to see that he’s skinnier than he was two years ago, he had cut his hair short, the most surprising is the piltovian suit he is wearing. I stood and took a few steps toward him. He's so different but not at the same time.

He has yet to turn towards me fully, I can see the glimpses of scarring on the side of his face that he isn’t turning my way.

“Silco?” he smiled softly, it didn’t quite reach his eyes like it did before. He finally turned to me fully and I can finally see why he didn’t turn until now, the other side of his face was scarred and discoloured. He looked at me like he was expecting a specific type of reaction, but that expression disappeared as I rushed forward to hold his face softly. I looked over him, almost not believing he was alive and here, I couldn't help but caress his cheeks with my thumbs. 

The shocked expression changed, he obviously wasn't expecting me to be so soft as he let go of the tenseness that melted under my touch, he sighed, his eye closing he leaned in to touch his forehead to mine, moving his hands to hold my own, for a moment I just let us stay like this, but I needed to know. “What happened? Vander… he never told me” Silco opened his eye again, Locking eyes with my own.

“He didn't?” I shake my head, making him sigh again. He let go of me and turned away towards the bridge and the river. “He… tried to kill me, drown me in the river” Silco moved his hand up to touch his face, Vander tried to kill Silco? 

I stared at him, so that's what Vander did, the reason why lost on me, why would Vander do that to who he saw as his own brother? 

“So that's why he wouldn't tell me…” He wouldn't tell me that he tried to kill Silco that night, but why? What happened between the two? Why did Vander do it? I felt Silco's hands on my arms, I looked up back into his face, his eyes bore into mine with an expression I never saw two years ago. 

“Join me, unlike Vander, I will follow through on the dream… the Nation of Zaun we wanted to build…” It's a lot to take in, that despite what Vander did, Silco is still planning to work on the dream he and Vander made all those years ago. Something deep inside me felt off about the idea of joining Silco, but the rest of me… I nodded.

“Yes… I'll join you”

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Drawing my favourite one piece characters Part 1: Luffy 🍖

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Once again an idea stuck in my head, During the end party of Punk hazard

Smoker: *Drops a photo*

Nami: *Finds the photo of Smoker, Bellemere, Rosinante and Ed (oc)* :0

Smoker:

Nami: SMOKER!

Smoker: 🚬🤨

Nami: *Grips his shoulders* DID YOU F*CK MY MUM?!

Smoker: Wha-?

Nami: *pointing to Belle-mere in the photo* DID. YOU. F*CK. MY. MUM?!

Smoker: WHAT?!

On the back: Wild party goers, Rosinante's first party.

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Had a thought, it stuck in my mind and now I drew it.

Technically, Smoker, Belle-mere and Rosinante... COULD have met (if Rosinante was a teen smoker and I have a feeling he was)

I also added an Oc coz why the fuck not! (He doesn't have a name yet but I love him)

Also some bad sketchy add ons (pls ignore. Or don't)

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Was bored outta my mind... Now I'm making random children for one piece characters.

Here is Akainu's Rebellious Teenage Daughter :)

At least she's a marine

(she needs a name... Help)

Extra below

He gains more wrinkles every time he interacts with Garp (I would too)

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Drawing as many Demon Slayer characters as I can! Starting with the best boy, Kyojuro Rengoku! 🔥🔥

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Another Unfinished unedited story! How about some werewolf batch?

I really wanna finish this one but writer's block :(

Enjoy anyways :)

Their mission was to retrieve data for the republic. It was so simple.

That is all this was supposed to be, simple and easy, but it isn't … and Hunter has never been more terrified.

Hunter points his blaster in the direction of where he thinks the source of the growl, which echoes throughout the forest, came from. Under his helmet, sweat pools, almost distracting him. He inhales deeply, trying to stay calm for his brothers.

“Tech…You said earlier that there aren't any large predators on this planet, right?” Hunter could barely hear Echo's whispered words through the sound of his heart beating. He could smell his brothers' fear, which irritated him.

“There…Isn't meant to be...Perhaps it is an invasive species." Tech's rambling was interrupted by a howl that pierced the Batches ears, causing Hunter to hiss in pain and momentarily place his hand over his helmet.

"We can take it, whatever it is!" The sudden loud crunch of branches in front of Wrecker quickly extinguished his courage.

Its movements are rapid. Too quick for Hunter or Crosshair to determine its location.

"I can't wait to shoot this thing and get this over with." At Crosshair's words, a large dark blur rushed the lean clone from out of the bushes.

The only sounds loud enough to be heard from a distance were the cracking of plastoid armour and feral growls.

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It was thrilling in the worst way to feel the heat of the fire behind me, but that is to be expected when working with the batch.

"Of course Wrecker couldn't help himself." I chuckle to myself while speaking into the comms as I hear Wrecker shout with delight. Hunter sighed loudly in return.

"That is Wrecker for you, always blowing things up." Echo said as he ran next to me towards the gunship the General had lent us, breathing heavily and a hint of pain in his voice.

When I glance over at Echo, I notice he limps lightly. His cybernetics must be hurting him. Once we are on the marauder, I should take a look.

Behind the waiting ship, I huffed as I spot Crosshair sliding down the hill, his precious fire puncher in hand, always a show off.

The regs who helped us in this mission entered the gunship first.

Echo nodded to me in appreciation as I helped him onto the gunship by holding his hand. We waited for the remaining batch members. The sounds of blaster fire coming from where the others had gone, caught our attention.

"Need assistance, Sarge?" I spoke over the comms. My question drew the others' attention, causing them to raise their blasters and prepare to exit the gunship.

"We've got this!" Hearing Wrecker groan in pain after he spoke, made me second guess what he said.

“Ignore him, back up is needed" Hunter panted. I nodded to the others, the regs ran out first towards the others. I put my hand in front of Echo before he ran after them.

As Crosshair reluctantly followed to cover the regs, I spoke, "Take a break Echo, you're in pain."

“I’m fine." Echo tried to fight, but he hissed, holding onto the place between his flesh and cybernetics. He sighed, “Okay I’ll sit this one out." I watched him sit before running to meet up with the others. When I rounded the corner, Hunter, Wrecker and Tech reached us, gradually moving backwards while taking shots at the droids. Taking a chance we ran to the gunship.

Before we all could get onto the ship a reg fell after a droid shot his leg. Anxiety and adrenaline made me run out to help the reg onto the gunship. His brothers grabbed him out of my arms before we took off. The droids behind us continued to shoot at us as the gunship's doors closed.

Before the doors could close completely a bolt hit my back. Hissing in pain I fell to my knees.

Ow...

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Back on the maurarder, Tech patched up my back, Wrecker and Echo sat next to me.

Wrecker pouted at the fact that needles were involved with his wounds.

Echo also pouted but only because his cybernetics were running down and needed TLC. Which meant Echo was grounded for now. At least he won't be alone.

Hunter and Crosshair walked in after reporting to the general. Hunter noticed the pout on his brother's face and spoke.

"Stop pouting Echo, (Y/N) will be here too" I turned and smiled at the man to my right.

"Yeah Echo, we can have some fun" I wiggled my eyebrows at him in a teasing manner. Making Wrecker chuckle.

"Great…" Echo turned away from me, doing a bad job hiding his smirk.

"You are patched up, I'll start the ship" Tech packed up the medkit and walked towards the cockpit, Laying down my head onto Wrecker's lap and legs on Echo's.

"You hungry?" Wrecker asked, a sweet smile on his face.

"Nah, you?" I asked, and he laughed.

"Always" I groaned as he softly removed my head from his lap to get some food.

I turn my head to look for the other two. Crosshair was cleaning his precious on the bunk across from us. Hunter left at some point, probably in the cockpit with Tech. I felt Echo pet my calf as he looked started to nodd off.

I stare at Cross, waiting for him to notice. Feeling the ship lurch into hyperspace, Crosshair looks up at me noticing I had been staring at him for a while. An extremely annoyed expression appeared on his face. Smiling at him I pat the place next to my head, indicating I want a pillow.

He blinks at me before groaning and getting up. He left his firepuncher on the other bunk, so I sat up waiting for him to get comfortable before lying on his lap.

"You're a brat" Crosshair remarked, putting his hand on my shoulder. I could hear Echo chuckle.

"You love me" I smirked at him. He doesn't reply, nor looks down at me.

A few minutes of calm relaxation were interrupted by the ship's violent exit from hyperspace. Alarms were blaring, making me fall off the boys and bunk.

While Crosshair helped me up, Tech yelled from the cockpit, "brace yourselves!" Not even a split second later the ship crashed. Making Crosshair fall backwards, accidentally pulling me onto him.

After a moment, the shaking stopped. The batch all groan, getting up shakily, helping Crosshair up to his feet.

Echo stood up, hissing in pain. We walked towards the cockpit, rubbing our sore places.

Hunter was helping Tech up, he must've fallen off the pilot's seat due to the crash.

"What… ugh… happened?" Wrecker sat up rubbing his head.

"We crashed" Tech said monotonously.

"We noticed" Crosshair glared at his older brother.

"Where are we?" It didn't take long for Tech to give the all clear for the air on the planet. Opening the hatch we all climbed down onto the soft grass.

This planet was beautiful, lush green grass that smelt sweet, gorgeous blue skies. "This place is pretty" Wrecker spoke. I nodded in agreement with his words.

Tech stood next to us looking down at his datapad, "Ah ha, Found where we are" Looking to Tech, Awaiting him to info dump.

But it didn't come. Looking at the smart man's face, he looks... nervous... "Tech?" He glanced up at me. He coughed to cover up his reaction.

"This is an unnamed planet, but it's mostly known for its sweet smelling grass and long nights with twin moons." Tech spoke, looking at the others noting that they looked nervous now. Hunter snapped out of it quickly.

"How long will it take to fix the ship?" Tech quickly calculated in his mind.

"It'll take 2 weeks" I looked at him, surprised.

"2 weeks?! Our rations will last us a week max! And that is with rationing that we know wrecker wont abide by!" Echo yelled, ... he never yells. It didn't take long for the whole batch to start yelling.

"OI!" I yelled before Crosshair could punch Wrecker. They turned to me, shock on their faces. "We have been in worse situations than this, now we will treat this like any other mission. We can start hunting for food. There are obviously plants and things that eat the plants, so pull your heads outta your asses and let's do this!" The boys reluctantly agreed.

The boys walked off to do their own things. Hunter came up to me and patted my shoulder. "Good job" I smiled at him before he walked off.

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After a long day of checking through our supplies and planning rations, Echo wasn't far off. We have 1 week and 5 days of ration's, so we will have to hunt to survive the remaining days while the ship is getting fixed.

Laying on Wrecker's bunk for a nap and leaving the boys to do their thing, I never expected to wake up to a loud whining howl outside the ship. Cautiously, I grabbed my blaster, putting it on stun and flicking on the flashlight after noticing it was dark. Walking out to see the unfinished set up, the perimeter sensors weren't turned on and the last one lay next to ... Echo's armour.

I walked to it and noticed he must took it off abruptly. However, even though his blacks were absolutely torn, I relaxed, noticing no blood. A whine coming from behind me made me swing around to look at the rest of the camp.

The others were not to be seen, but some of their armour lay all over the place, leading towards the woods. Another whine, reaching to the front of the ship, noting how something crawled under. Silently I looked under, flashing my flashlight under the ship. A large curled figure unfurled and looked at me with a whine. It's ears became flush against it's head as it tried to make it's self as small as possible.

Its grey fur was matted with chunks missing. He looked skinny, unhealthily so. Looking at the creature's arm, I noticed something that was way too small, familiar, and cybernetic. "Echo?" The creature's ears perked up... is this ... thing Echo?

"Echo, is that you?" Echo seemed to smile as he tried to crawl out from under the ship, wincing at trying to use his human form's cybernetics.

"Oh Echo, are they hurting?" He nodded, licking his bleeding arm. I reached under the ship to help him remove the arm cybernetic. Echo whines as I'm forced to rip out some fur to remove it.

"Oh I know, it's okay, you're doing so well" Echo licks my cheek at my words. I smile at him, even though he appears embarrassed by his animal instincts. Reaching up to rub his cheek, he leaned heavily into my touch. "How did this happen?" Echo sighed. "Okay, we'll talk later," He nodded. I moved backwards, watching Echo crawl out from under the ship, wincing at his whines of pain.

Once he is out I help him remove the lower half of his prosthetics. Looking at Echo, then his legs, I only now realize how much bigger he is than normal. If Tech made prosthetics for this form, he'd be over 8 feet tall. Speaking of Tech.

"Did you see where the others went?"

I sighed as he pointed his nose at the woods where their armour led. "Never easy with you boys huh?" Picking up my blaster I walk towards the woods. Echo growls. Turning back to look at him he growls and shakes his head. "Echo, rest, your arm is still bleeding" He pouts. Sighing at him I kneel back down, patting his head.

"It's okay, I'll be back! I promise." He whines before relenting and lying down.

Standing up and looking towards the woods, I hope the others are as easy as Echo.

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The armour trail had vanished and I was kneeling to the ground looking at a paw print that was similar to echo's paw, pointing my flashlight up the trail noting a metal object, Tech's goggles.

Picking them up and observing them, covered in dirt and broken at the strap, Tech must be having trouble seeing without them. Hearing a hollow thud quickly followed by a whine from a small clearing in front of me.

Walking into the clearing slowly, watching the large creature rub a paw over its head, its fur resembled the colour of Tech's hair.

"Tech?" The creature turned to me, squinting to get a better look at me. He crouched down on all fours and walked toward me, sniffing the air periodically. Once he got face to face with me, his intelligent eyes widened in recognition.

"Heh, Hey Tech" Scratching his head, watching his eyes close slightly. "Come on, let's get you back to the ship huh?" keeping my hand on his neck, keeping him from running into trees.

Once we arrived, I watched Echo perk up seeing Tech return. Letting him go he walked to sit next to Echo, wrapping his tail around his brother. "2 down, 3 to go" I said turning back into the woods. That was easy...

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Another one of my Unedited thoughts, awhile back I was super into anything that has to do with humans having wings, like maximum ride.

So I made a very small and unfinished Winged! Crosshair X Reader. (A male reader was in mind)

Taking one look at Crosshair, I know he's nervous.

"I've never really even looked at them myself" Crosshair and I were in our blacks, outside while the other batch members were in town.

Worry etching my soul at the fact that he has never taken care of his wings.

His wings were still bound flat to his back, I smiled at him. It's so sad how the kaminoans Clipped their wings, even sadder that the Jetti and the galactic wings organisation continue to let them.

Like the clones are lesser than any other winged being.

"would you feel better if you looked at mine first?" Crosshair looked at me confused.

"I've seen your wings before" I smiled at him. Without answering him I opened my wings, wide, watching the amazement on his face.

He reached up almost instinctively to touch them, stopping himself short. He glances at me. I nodded, feeling him softly graze his fingers over my feathers.

His eyes shined in fascination then sadness. "this is what our wings are supposed to look like?"

He glanced at me before turning his back, even with his wings bound they looked so sad. What should be white beautiful pristine wings were patchy and stained with blood.

I dare not think what the other batch wings look like.

Softly unbinding his wings, stopping every once and a while at his hisses of pain.

I sigh, dropping the offending cloth, moving my hands in between his poor wings to softly massage his back muscles.

At my assistance, his wings slowly shuddered to life and unfold, once his wings were fully unfolded I took a true look.

It's worse than I thought, missing chunks of feathers, broken feathers that have stabbed into his poor wing muscles.

It'll take months for his wings to heal and even more to learn how to use them.

Allowing Crosshair to fold them again, turning back around I see evidence of tears. Holding his face and kissing his wet cheeks.

"It's okay, I promise, I'll help" He nodded. Rubbing his forehead against mine. "Come, Tech said there was a lake nearby, let's clean off the blood"

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Watching the blood swirl around us as I massage his wings, removing broken feathers and applying bacta to wounds that need them.

Now that his wings are cleaner I'm able to see any patterns or markings, seeing black tips on his pure white feathers.

The back of his wings has more black than the front.

His wings would look stunning when they are full of feathers. Sighing I kiss his bare shoulder, feeling him chuckle.

"you'll have to open your wings at least once a day so you get used to it" I see him nod. "Are you okay?"

"yeah, still getting used to someone who isn't my brothers caring" wrapping my arms around his torso.

"well I'm not going anywhere, my ram'ser"

-

It had been a year, and helping the boys with missions made the time go by fast.

We were on a planet, and keeping the wings a secret from the boys was hard, but now, Crosshair is ready to show them.

Hunter stood at the top of the ramp while Echo and Tech sat on the steps. Wrecker was sitting on the grass.

"So what do the two of you want to show us?" Echo asked.

"I knew you two were hiding something, but I didn't want to pry" Hunter had a smug look on his face, like he knew.

"Are you pregnant?" Wrecker asked with an innocent look on his face.

"Neither of them can get pregnant Wrecker" Tech explains making Wrecker groan sadly.

Crosshair groans "this was a bad idea" turning to me, nervousness etching his face.

"You'll be fine, besides when did you boys start listening to orders?" I teased, he smiled a little, taking a breath. He removed his chest piece, getting everyone's attention.

Taking one last look to me he unfurled his wings full of pristine white and black feathers.

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Posting some un-edited things from my notes/Google docs coz I'll never post them otherwise. If anyone likes it lmk? I'll make a full fic of this!

Modern Zombie apocalypse AU anyone? 😏

It was a normal day.

Crosshair stumbled into the house after a long night of work as Wrecker rushed out, nearly bumping into his younger brother. Crosshair yelled back at him to slow down as he ran out the door to his truck.

Tech buttered a piece of toast popping it into his mouth and walking towards the office as Hunter helped Omega tie her shoes. Crosshair picked up Omega's bag from the floor, grabbing the books from the dining table. He shoved them into the bag as Omega ran to the fridge, Hunter yelling after her about her other shoe.

Crosshair grabbed her before she could pull out her lunch box, leaning down to lace up her other shoe. Hunter squeezed past them to grab the lunch box, then put it in Omega's bag.

The loud honking from the school bus outside made Omega grab her bag before running out. Hunter yelled out to her that he'd pick her up after school. Crosshair climbed up the stairs to sleep while Hunter slumbed on the couch...

It was a normal day...

Hunter felt off all day... Anxious or nervous... He couldn't pin point what was wrong, but whatever it was. It made him want to run for the hills. He looked over at the gate of Omega's school, waiting anxiously for the bell to ring so he could leave.

He almost jumped out of his skin at the bell ringing. He noticed a few adults and even a few teenagers waiting at the gate.

Kids flood out of school in waves. Omega walked out with a group talking to a Nautolan in a wheelchair who was being pushed by two clone boys, twins, a Togruta, Two other humans and two Twi'leks chatted with each other. The majority said their goodbyes and all ran to an Adult who must of been their adoptive father.

The last Tw'lek, Hera, hugged Omega before running to her parents. Omega ran to Hunter's car, plopping herself into the passenger seat.

Once Hunter had heard the distinct click of the seat belt he pulled out of the car park towards home. Seems Omega could sense the battle in Hunter's head... Or she could just see the scowl on his face. "You okay Hunter?"

He glaced at Omega. "Yeah I'm fine" He lied... He has no idea why he's feeling anxious. Omega stared blankly at him for a moment.

"If you say so"

Omega didn't want to pry her brother, but something about how he was acting made her nervous.

Once they turned into their street, Omega's smile returned to her face when she noticed Crosshair's Pristine Motorbike in the Open Garage with the dust cover on it. Hunter hummed. "I guess Crosshair has the day off today"

Once Hunter had parked and turned off the engine Omega jumped out of the car and hurriedly opened the door, forgetting to close it as she entered the house.

Omega threw her bag to the side of the door before running as fast as she could towards the couch. She threw her arms around Wrecker's neck, who was watching some form of sport Omega had no interest in. Tech sat on the armchair reading a book and Crosshair laid his legs across Wrecker's lap, on his phone.

Wrecker laughed pulling Omega over the couch into his lap to tickle her, squishing Crosshairs legs in the process. Tech looked up from his book to watch the interaction. As Hunter entered the house and closed the door behind him, Crosshair grumbled and moved his legs, putting his phone on the coffee table.

"Megs, homework" Omega and Wrecker groaned at the words, making Hunter chuckle. "Okay, you can play for an hour, then homework" Omega and Wrecker cheered, Wrecker threw Omega onto Crosshair.

Omega giggled as Crosshair moved her carefully to his old spot before pouncing onto Wrecker putting him into a headlock. Wrecker laughed and hopped off the couch and onto the floor. Tech, not looking away from his book, moved the coffee table with his foot before Wrecker could break it.

As the two brothers wrestled, Hunter climbed over the couch to sit where Wrecker sat before. Hunter's phone rang making everyone in the room stop and look over as Hunter fished his phone out of his jean pockets.

When Hunter answered the phone, he heard a familiar voice. "Echo!" Hunter exclaimed.

Tech put his book down and leaned forward. Crosshair and Wrecker sat up from their wrestling match and Omega crawled over to Hunter, a massive smile on her face.

Hunter put the phone on speaker. "You're on speaker Echo"

"Hey guys!"

"Echo!" Omega and Wrecker yelled with excitement. Echo let out a laugh.

"Hello Omega, Hello Wrecker, keeping out of trouble I hope?"

"Yep" "No" Omega glared at Crosshair who stared at her with a smirk. The sound of Echo chucking again made Omega look back at the phone.

"Just calling to let you all know I'll be staying at Rex's a bit longer." At the sound of Omegas and Wreckers sounds of disappointment, Echo rushed to try and explain. "I know, I know, I said I'd be gone for a week max..."

The pause made Hunter's stomach churn. "Something came up?" Hunter finished Echo's words.

"Yeah... I'm sorry guys, I'll try and come home soon, talk to you guys later, okay?" Echo hung up, before the others could reply.

Crosshair and Wrecker stood, moving between Hunter and Omega. They had been watching a sport on TV when it suddenly turned into the news, before they could really pay attention to what the reporter had to say.

The sound of an explosion outside made the siblings jump, but before anyone could get out to see what had happened the TV let out an ear-piercing alarm. Watching the screen, the reporters words Rung through Hunters ears…

"Stay inside at all cost! There is a mass hysteria of mass cannibalism and Murder… and it seems… the dead has risen”

There it was.... The reason for Hunter's anxiety...

It WAS a normal day...

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Drawing my redesigned Alastor! Idk got bored xD it's not the best tbh.

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Some whiteboard sketches I made

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Something about Dragon is enjoyable to draw...

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I got bored so I made lil mini weird things... Idk... They are a lil funny I'll make better ones at some point

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Idk what happened to my art style with this screenshot redraw... but it changed a lil.

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Another Request done! Ace mAh boi!

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You... didn't wake him up did you?

Taking One piece requests (OPEN) and the first is MIHAWK!